Christian seriously wants to put his puppies in me.
It has something to do with all that latent Protestant DNA. I knew that dating the cute small town guy from work instead of one of the queer weirdos in my friend group would have its growing pains, but Christian is just so lovely that I don’t care. He’s really traditional in the best sense of the word. He treats me like a prince, shows up to my dorm room every Friday night like he’s about to take me to prom, talks about when I’m going to meet his parents, cute shit like that. We’ve had to do some unlearning together, like his particularly nasty case of Protestant work ethic. But once I see the shit my friends have to deal with in their polyamorous twin flame situationships, a little unlearning looks like summer vacation.
We’ve never done penetrative sex before, and I think it’s literally been making him crazy. When he sleeps over at my dorm room, I’ll wake up in the middle of the night to him asleep, grinding against me like he’s going to die if he doesn’t. His TikTok feed, usually filled with videos of basketball players, will occasionally turn into mommy vlogger content. Last night, he ran to drop off an essay he forgot to turn in and left a Reddit page open on his computer called “Is it okay to want to fuck my trans boyfriend?” I’ve been letting him squirm a little bit because I think he’s cute when he’s horny, but I literally could not care less about the optics of the situation. The kind of sex we have is like basic arithmetic compared to what I’ve done with other guys. If he wants to fuck my pussy, I could not care less. He could fuck me a thousand times and I wouldn’t get pregnant.
Christian looks up from his phone with those big puppy eyes he gets sometimes. “Babe?”
“Mmhmm?”
“Would you ever want to have children?”
“With you?”
“Just in a relationship ever. Obviously you wouldn’t be having them, but–”
“Mmmmmmmm…” I grin, wanting to play with him a little. “You looking at those mommy TikToks again?”
He puts his phone down. “Mmmmmaybe.”
“What’s up, my doggy?”
He scoots up and lays his head on my chest. “Nothing.”
“Doesn’t sound like nothing.” I put my paw behind his ear and scratch him a little. “You thinking about fucking me?”
His face gets bright red. “Babe!”
“Something wrong with fucking me? Am I ugly?”
“No no no. You are the most beautiful man I have ever met. Just, you know.”
“I know what?”
“You’re trans.”
“And?”
“That isn’t something you would want.”
“Is it something I wouldn’t want, or something you think I wouldn’t want?”
He squints. “But wouldn’t that make you dysphoric?”
“Why don’t you ask?”
“Would me penetrating you vaginally make you dysphoric?”
I pause for a second, making it look like I’m going to say yes. “I think it would make me very very very wet.”
“Ohhh,” he chuckles. “Yeah?”
“If you wanted to fill me with your puppies, I wouldn’t mind.”
“Reaaaaaaally?”
I roll my eyes and smile, then pull him into a kiss. “And I don’t think I have any condoms.”
I can feel his erection pulse against my legs. “Sorry,” he says with those big eyes again.
“You can’t be sorry if you want to put a baby in me.”
“Baaaaaabe!” he says. “Oh, gosh, fine. Fine. I’ll do it if you want me to so badly.”
“Good.” Just to drive the point home, I lower my shorts and my boxers to expose my aroused t-dick. He looks at it like it’s a prime cut of steak. “You want?”
He nods profusely, his tail thumping against the bed as it wags back and forth. “Yes please.”
We make out for a while, as is customary for Christian. I’d honestly be fine with just getting straight into it, but he likes to kiss for like 30 minutes before anything else happens. We kiss even as I can feel his dick throbbing in his sweatpants pressed right up against my pussy. It makes me feel a little crazy. His paws move all over my body, his breath heavy and expectant, the thrust of his crotch growing stronger and stronger. I don’t know how he isn’t ripping into me right now.
“Fffffff…” he whispers. “Oh, gosh, I can’t handle it anymore.”
C’mon, puppy,” I whisper back. “Fill me up.”
He steps back and strips down, then pulls my shirt off and positions me just how he wants me. He presses my legs back over my body and stands over me, tail whipping back and forth. Then, there’s a little bit of concern on his face as he stares at my pussy with his cock in his paw.
“What’s up?”
“Ummmm… I’ve never done this before.”
You want me to guide you in?”
“Is that okay?”
I find his cock with my paw and give it a little squeeze. “Yeah, pup.”
He giggles. “Okay, yes, please.”
“Come a little closer, doggy.” He closes his eyes and smiles, moving him a little forward. I get him positioned just right. “Push a little?” He does. “And a little more?”
“Ohhhhhhhhhh,” he moans, right inside of me.
“And just slide right in.”
Christian pushes all the way in. He has a beautiful boyfriend dick, maybe four inches, which feels excellent as he presses his weight into me. And he’s literally shivering, by the way, so fucking happy to fuck me that his whole body is shaking. He lets out a sharp whine.
“That feel good, puppy?”
He nods. “Mmhmm…”
“You wanna go ahead?”
From here, I don’t need to provide any more guidance. If there’s one thing he’s been prepared for, it’s sex for the purposes of procreation (even if there’s no baby at the end.) He slides out and then presses himself back in, then again, then again. He finds a good flow within a couple of seconds and just fucking goes for it.
“Does that feel good?” he tries to say, but it’s hard to make him out through the whining.
“Yes, puppy,” I whisper, pulling his head closer.
He fucks me with the feverish intensity of a dog who’s been wanting this his whole life. I take great pleasure in watching the glint of his cross necklace in the light of my string lights, because this is definitely not what Jesus would want him to be doing.
“Good boy,” I coo over and over again. “Good good good good good good good good boy. You wanna fill me with your puppies? You wanna fill me with your puppies? You wanna fill me up with your little puppies?”
“Mmhmm,” he whimpers through the thrusts. “I do.”
“You like fucking me?”
“I do,” he whimpers again, barely a breath.
“You like being my good dog?”
He whines yes.
Christian growls, he snarls, he whimpers and whines as all of the pretense drips away.
“Ohhhhh,” he groans. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh…”
“Are you close, my pup?”
“Yes, babe.” His eyes are squeezed shut so tightly he’s going to have a headache after this. “Mmhmm, mmhmm.”
He presses his whole body against me and I squeeze my legs tight around him, locking him in this position. His cold necklace presses against my tummy. His movements have gone from so huge he was slipping out every couple of seconds to so tight he’s barely moving. But he is so so so so so so close.
Finally, he lets out one more sharp whine and I know he’s there. “There you go, puppy,” I whisper, but he doesn’t need any more permission. I can feel his warmth fill me as he keeps himself held tight against me like he’s trying to be as deep inside of me as possible.
He stays still for about thirty seconds, making sure every last drop is inside of me, then finally lets out a huge breath and pulls out. His cum drips out of me onto the bed. Christian sticks his tongue out and pants, then lunges forward to give me a big wet kiss.
“Thank you,” he whispers. “Thank you so much.”
I give him a big kiss on the forehead. “To answer your question, if you want kids, I want kids.”
“Yeah?” he says, grinning.
“So we’re going to have try again. And again. And again. And again and again and again and again. Until we get you those fucking puppies.”